Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 52

Alexei was fuming.

So angry that he could barely see straight. He just managed not to slam the front door as he stomped his way into the house.

After the debrief, he’d gone immediately to the boxing ring. He’d had to burn off some of this fury.

He couldn’t believe that bastard had gotten away from him again.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that he’d had three sparring sessions, the anger was still there.

It might have been better if the manager of the gym hadn’t cut him off and sent him home.

Bastard.

He strode toward the gym in the house. He should probably stop and get some food, some water. But he was too wound up.

They should have had Pinky this time.

Was Salem right? Had someone tipped Pinky off? But he couldn’t figure out who would have done that.

Surely no one on their team.

Entering the gym, he headed straight to the boxing bag. He didn’t care about gloves or the fact that he was still in his work-out gear which had grown damp and cold from sweat.

Nope.

He didn’t know how long he pounded on the bag. But his hands were feeling raw and throbbing in pain when he drew back. He was breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin.

“Wow. Do I want to know whose face you’re pounding on?” a soft voice asked from behind him.

No. She couldn’t be here.

He didn’t want her seeing him like this.

Taking several steps away, he turned and then slammed his hand into the wall. Bits of plasterboard as well as flecks of paint rained down on the floor.

“Alexei!” she cried out, running over to him.

He leaned his forehead against the wall. “Leave, Bunny.”

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, ignoring him. “Oh no, you’re bleeding.” She reached down to grab hold of him.

He drew his hand away, turning to her. “Stay away from me, Bunny. Go back upstairs. It’s safer there.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

Shit.

Of course he fucking wouldn’t. But that wasn’t the only reason that he wanted her to leave.

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Would you leave me if I was in a bad way?” she demanded. “And before you answer, I know that you wouldn’t. And I want to be here for you, too. Please don’t deny me that.”

Christ.

“Let’s wash this blood away.”

He stood his ground. “You should be sleeping.”

“How can I sleep when I’ve been worried about you?” She stared up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her and pushed her back against the wall. Next to the hole that he was likely going to feel bad about tomorrow.

Licking his lips, he stared down at her. He was a sweaty, bloody mess. But he wanted her in the worst way.

“I’m going to give you one more chance to walk away,” he told her. “To get away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Not even if I tell you that if you stay, I’m going to take you against this wall right now.”

Her mouth parted and she started breathing heavier. “Is that meant to make me leave? Because all it does is make me want to stay.”

Alexei let out a deep groan. He knew that he needed to make sure she was ready to take him. He wasn’t a small guy. Setting her on her feet, he stripped her quickly. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt that he recognized as his and a pair of panties. The T-shirt went over her head and on the floor. Then he crouched to remove her panties. He leaned in and kissed the top of her mound.

“Were you in bed with Salem?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“He fuck you bare?”

“He, um, no,” she said. “I had a bit of a sore tummy so he didn’t, um, fuck me.”

“What?” He reared back to look up at her. “You’re sick.”

If anything could dampen his anger, it was the idea of his girl being sick or in pain.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t Salem message me?” He was going to kill that bastard. He was always going on about honesty and communication and then he went and kept this from him?

Not good enough.

“I’m fine.” She held her hands up. “Really. Don’t tell Roman, but I think it was his kale salad.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Kale? Seriously?”

“Yeah. He thinks I need to poop more. I don’t.”

“You’re sure? You wouldn’t lie?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Because if you did lie about this, I’d spank you every night for a month.”

Her eyes widened. “I swear.”

He studied her for a long moment, but she really seemed to be fine. And he really wanted to eat some pussy.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he demanded before he grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. Without warning, he took a long lick of her.

Fuck. Yes.

He didn’t waste any time, he needed her to be nice and wet so he could fuck her as hard and deep as he needed to.

He played with her pussy until she started to let out sharp cries of need, until her entire body tightened and she screamed as she came.

Then he stood and lifted her again, pressing her back against the wall. He drove himself inside her. She let out another cry and he paused, worried he’d hurt her.

Fuck.

Could he hold himself back?

He should have sent her away.

“Don’t stop! Please, God, don’t stop!” she cried.

“Don’t worry, Bunny. I’m not.” He fucked her like his life depended on it. And, in a way, his sanity kind of did.

He needed this. To feel her. To have her close.

“Please, please, please,” she cried and he reached down with one hand to flick her clit. Her breathing grew faster, matching his own and then she came, pulsing around him.

So damn good.

So fucking breathtaking.

He couldn’t hold back anymore as he came with a low moan of pleasure. He stood still, holding her against him, trying to catch his breath, to pull himself together.

“Bunny, are you all right?”

“I’m not sure. I think you might have fucked the brains right out of me.”

He chuckled. “I wish I could stay here like this, inside you, all night long.”

“You can if you want,” she told him.

“What?”

“Salem does it.”

“What?” he repeated.

“Yeah, occasionally at night, he likes to go to sleep with his cock inside me or he slides inside me during the night. Also, sometimes he has me sit on his cock while he’s working. Or warm it with my mouth.”

“That bastard never told me that,” he grumbled. So much for communication and honesty.

“Oh. Was he supposed to?”

“Would have been nice.” He slid her off his dick and turned to set her down.

“You’re bleeding!” she cried.

“It’s stopped.” He looked at his knuckles.

“No, down there.” She pointed at the one place a man never wanted to bleed. But that blood wasn’t coming from him.

Ahh. That explained the sore tummy.

His poor girl. Although orgasms were meant to help with period pain.

“Bunny, that’s from you,” he said gently as he took in her horrified face.

“What? No! It can’t be!”

He frowned. Why couldn’t it be? And why was she looking even more concerned? Oh, maybe she’d never had sex on her period. Made sense. A lot of women and men were weird about that.

Not him.

“Bunny, it’s just your period. It’s no big deal. I don’t care about a bit of blood on my cock.”

She shook her head, still looking dazed and in shock. “But I don’t get my period.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I haven’t had it in . . . in at least a year.”

He reared back. “What the fuck? Why not?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Bunny, that’s the sort of thing you’re meant to go to the doctor about.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. Shit. He wasn’t handling this as well as he should be.

“Come here, Bunny.”

“I should clean up and you . . . should I wash the blood off you? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

He wrapped her up in his big arms. “What you do is simple. You let me take care of you.”

Picking her up, he carried her into the bathroom. “I’m guessing you don’t have any supplies?”

Tamsyn blinked at him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort it.” Grabbing a towel, he set it down on the counter, then placed her on it.

“I’m going to get blood on the towel!” she cried as she tried to get off.

He put his hand on her thigh. “Stay. Who cares about the towel? We’ll wash it or chuck it. No big deal.”

“Um. Right.”

He sent a text to Salem before turning on the shower. Picking her up, he set her in the shower and washed her thoroughly. Then he washed himself quickly. He noticed the door open, and Salem slipped in to place a basket on the counter. He also picked up the towel and snuck back out.

To his surprise, Tamsyn didn’t notice. She was usually observant, but she seemed to be in a dream.

Grasping hold of her chin, he tilted her head back and kissed her lightly.

“Everything is fine, Bunny. Your period is normal. It’s probably a good thing that it’s come.”

“It is?”

“Of course. Not having your period for a year isn’t healthy.” And he was worried about that.

After turning off the shower, he dried them both off then looked in the basket of stuff.

“Who put this here?” she asked.

“Salem brought it down, but Roman probably put it together. Let’s see, there are pads, tampons, a menstrual cup, and period underwear. There’s also a heat pad, chocolate, and some fluffy socks. Not sure why the socks are there.”

“To keep my feet warm,” she said quietly. “This is so thoughtful.” She sniffled. “Shoot. Why do I feel all weird?”

“Sometimes you can get emotional around your period. You don’t seem to know a lot of this stuff. What about when you used to have your period?”

“It was always unpredictable,” she said. “And pretty light. This doesn’t feel light. It feels heavy and sore and I’m bleeding again.”

“Shit. What would you like to use?”

“I don’t know!”

“What have you used before?” he asked.

“Pads. But I didn’t like them.”

“How about the knickers then?” He picked up a pair. They looked like they’d been washed. Hmm. Maybe it wasn’t just Roman who had put this together, perhaps Salem helped.

He cleaned her up a bit before putting the knickers on her. He didn’t bother to wrap a towel around him, instead he grabbed a dry one for her, wrapping it around her before picking her and the basket up.

“Come on, Bunny. Let’s get you to bed.”

The clothes they’d left in the gym were gone.

Salem strikes again. As he walked to the stairs, he saw the other man sitting halfway up.

“How is she?” Salem asked, standing.

“Tired and sore.” He handed over the basket. “Will you go plug in the heat pad? We’ll sleep with her in your room.”

Salem nodded.

To his surprise, Roman was at the top of the stairs, waiting.

“Darling girl, are you all right?”

She shifted her head to look at Roman. “Just embarrassed. You all know.”

Roman frowned. “Why wouldn’t we know? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really. Can I get you anything else? I put some painkillers by the bed and a bottle of water.”

“No. I’m good. Thanks for the basket.”

“You’re welcome. Salem helped.” Roman retreated to his bedroom and Alexei carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and reluctantly stepped away as Salem placed the heat pad on her tummy.

“Uh, so, are you staying?” Salem asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Of course I am. Why?”

“Just hoping that you plan to put something on. Because I really do not want that thing freeballing in my bed.”

Alexei stared down at his cock, then grinned. “You should be so lucky.”

Tamsyn let out a small giggle, which was music to his ears. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back soon, Bunny.”

He quickly moved into his bedroom and drew some boxers on. Suddenly, he realized that from the moment Tamsyn found him in the gym, he’d been far less angry and upset.

As usual, his girl had worked her magic on him.

After brushing his teeth, he walked back into the bedroom, he found her in the middle of the bed with Salem curled around her.

“She’s asleep. Poor girl was exhausted.”

Alexei climbed into bed. “Yeah.” He brushed her hair off her face.

“You feeling better?”

“Yep,” he replied. The last thing he wanted was a touchy-feely talk with Salem. “She was shocked by her period. Didn’t know it was coming because she hasn’t had one in a year.”

“Fuck,” Salem swore. “That’s not normal.”

“No. We need to get her to see a doctor.”

Salem sighed. “I’ll work on it.”

Sometime in the night, she rolled into him, putting her hand down on his cock. He let out a small groan.

“I’m sorry you can’t sleep with your cock inside me,” she said sleepily.

So was he.

Although . . .

“No reason why I can’t.”

“Um, except for the mess.”

“I don’t care,” he replied. “But if you do, I can wait.”

He’d wait forever for her.